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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Fear,
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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.