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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
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Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.