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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.