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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.