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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.