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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.