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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.