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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Litter,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.