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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
June Days,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.