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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.