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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.