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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
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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.