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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.