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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
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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.