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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
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.