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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
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.