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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
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