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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
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.