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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.