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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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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.