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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Fear,
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.