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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.