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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.