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 Malta 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.