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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.