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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Wings,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.