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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
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.