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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.