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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.