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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.