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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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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.