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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
UT,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.