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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.