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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
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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.