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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.