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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.