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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.