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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.