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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.