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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.