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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Swans to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.