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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
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.
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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.