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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.