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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
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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.