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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.