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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
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The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.