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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Slave,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
MDC,
Television,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
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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.