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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.