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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
John Cale,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.