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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.