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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.