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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.