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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
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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.