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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.