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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.