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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Index,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.