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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.