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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.