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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.