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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.