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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Brick,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.