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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.