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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.