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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
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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.