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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.