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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
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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.