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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.