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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Can,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
JFA,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
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You don't know what you really want.
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