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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.
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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.