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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. 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.