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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
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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.