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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.