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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Q65,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
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