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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
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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.