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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.