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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.