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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.