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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
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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.