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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.