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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 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?
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.