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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.