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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.