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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.