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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.