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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
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 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.