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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
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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.