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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
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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.