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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Franke,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.