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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.