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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mars,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Lalann,
Scion,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.