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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.