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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.