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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.