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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.