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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.