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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.