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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
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.