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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.