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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Gong,
DNA,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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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.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.