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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
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.