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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
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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.