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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.