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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.