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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
New Order,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.