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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.