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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.