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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.