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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.