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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.