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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.