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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
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.