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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
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.