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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Mars,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Organ,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.