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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Cameo,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
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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.