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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.