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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Fear,
Sparks,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.