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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
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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.