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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.