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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
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You don't know what you really want.
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