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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.