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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.