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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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