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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.