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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Nico,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
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.