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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.