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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.