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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.