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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.