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 India and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.