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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.