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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
CMW,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.