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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
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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.