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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Television,
June Days,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.