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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.