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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Smog,
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.