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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.