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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Monks,
JFA,
Kayak,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.