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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.