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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.