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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.