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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Qualms,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Litter,
Swans,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
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.