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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
This Heat,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.