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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.