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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.