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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
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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.