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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.