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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.