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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.