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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.