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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.