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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Wings,
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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.