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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.