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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.