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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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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.