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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.