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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
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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.