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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
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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.