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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.