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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Brick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.