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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.