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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
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.