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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
CMW,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
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.