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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.