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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
MC5,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.