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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.