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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.