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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.