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 Bulgaria 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.