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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.