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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.