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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.