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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.