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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.