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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.