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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
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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.