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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
New Order,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.