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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.