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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Crime,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.