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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.