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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
June Days,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
ABC,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.