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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.