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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.