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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.