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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.