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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.