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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Technova,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Index,
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.