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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.