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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.