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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.