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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.