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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
ABBA,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.