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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.