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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
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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.