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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.