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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Nico,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.