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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.