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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
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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