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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.