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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.