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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.