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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 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 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 The Leaves 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
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The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.