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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.