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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.