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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.