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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.