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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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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.