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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.