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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.