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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.