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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.