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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
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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.