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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Organ,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.