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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Can,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.