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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.