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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.