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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
The Fall,
10cc,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.