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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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.