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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.