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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.