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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
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.