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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.