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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
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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.