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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.