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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.