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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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