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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.