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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Litter,
ABC,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.