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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
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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.