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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
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.