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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.