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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.