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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.