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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.