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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.