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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.