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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Wings,
ABC,
June Days,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.