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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Faust,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.