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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Whodini,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
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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.