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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.