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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.