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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.