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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.