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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Television,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
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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.