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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.