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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.