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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.