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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
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.
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.