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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.