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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
June Days,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.