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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Crime,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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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.