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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
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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.