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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.