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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
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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.