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 Lille.
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 Lagos and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.