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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Television,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.