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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.