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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.