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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.