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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.