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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.