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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.