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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Monks,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.