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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
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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.