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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
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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.