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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.