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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.