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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.