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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.