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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.