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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
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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.