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 Iraq and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Index,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.