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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.