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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Can,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.