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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.