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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.