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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.