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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.