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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.