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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.