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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.