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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.