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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.