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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.