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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.