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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
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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.