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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Suicide,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.