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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
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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.