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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.