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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sun City 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.