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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
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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.