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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.