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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.