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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.