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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.