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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.