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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.