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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Japan,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.