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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.