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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.