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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 a-ha to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.