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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.