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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
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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.
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.