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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.
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.