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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
The Human League,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.