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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.