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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Erasure,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.