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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.