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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.