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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.