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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Wings,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.