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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.