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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Visage,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.