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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Wake,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.