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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.