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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
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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.
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.