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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.