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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Oneida,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.