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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.