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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.