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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.