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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Fall,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.