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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Television,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.