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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
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Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.