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 Gabon and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.