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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
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Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.