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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.