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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.