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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.