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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.