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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.