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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.