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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Scion,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.