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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.