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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.