Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.