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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.