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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.