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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.