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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.