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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.