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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
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.