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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.