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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.