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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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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.