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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.