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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
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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.