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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
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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.