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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.