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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 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?
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
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.