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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.