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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
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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.
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