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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
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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.