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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.