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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
X-102,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.