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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.