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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.