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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The Names,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.