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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.