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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.