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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.