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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.