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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.