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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
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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.