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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.