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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.