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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.