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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
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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.