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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
cv313,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.