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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Japan,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. 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.