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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.