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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
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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.