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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.