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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.