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 Albania and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Gong,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.