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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Swans,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.