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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.