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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.