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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
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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.