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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Q65,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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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.