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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 808 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.