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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
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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.