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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Mars,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
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Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.