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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.