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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.