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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.