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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.