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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.