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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.