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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.