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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
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.