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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.