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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.