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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.