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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.