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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
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John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Can,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.