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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Smog,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.