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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.