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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.