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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
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.