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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.