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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.