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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.