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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.