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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.