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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.