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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.