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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.