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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.