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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.