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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.