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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Brick,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.