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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.