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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.