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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.