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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.