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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Wake,
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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.