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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.