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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.