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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Faust,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.