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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
June of 44,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.