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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.