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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
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.