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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.