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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.