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 China and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.