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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.