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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s 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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.