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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Excepter,
the Normal,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
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.