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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.