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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Smog,
PIL,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.