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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.