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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.