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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.