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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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The Fall,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.