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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.