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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.