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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Zapp,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
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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.