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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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.