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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.