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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.