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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Scientists,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.