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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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