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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
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.