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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Brick,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.