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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.