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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.