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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
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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.