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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Visage,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.