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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.