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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.