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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.