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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.