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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.