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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
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