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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
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Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.