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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.