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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.