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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Martian to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.