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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
UT,
David Bowie,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.