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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.