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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Residents,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.