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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Gong,
Black Pus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.