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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.