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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.