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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.