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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.