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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.