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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.