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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.