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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.