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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.