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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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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.