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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.