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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.