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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Cymande,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
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.