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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
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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.