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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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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.