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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Magazine,
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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.