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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.