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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.