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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.