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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Wings,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.