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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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