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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
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.