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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.