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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Little Man,
Swans,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
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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.