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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.