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 France and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
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.