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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.