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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
June Days,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.