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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
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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.