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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.