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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.