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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
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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.