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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.