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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
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Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.