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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.