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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.