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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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