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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
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You don't know what you really want.