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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Television,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.