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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.