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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.