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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Organ,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.