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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.