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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.