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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
The Names,
the Slits,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.