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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.