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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.