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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.