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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Mars,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.