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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
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.